mike ross is a failure of a human being
10 November 2012 @ 12:11 am
Question.

If, hypothetically, a person on this ship wanted to acquire a drug that would probably be deemed "illegal" in said person's home world on this ship, where would one go to find something like that in this ship? (Drug is not deadly or harmful in any way. Drug mostly induces sedation. Drug only wanted for recreational use.)

Completely hypothetical.

Thanks.


[ mike no ]
 
 
sara harrington
10 November 2012 @ 12:30 am
[ When the feed clicks on, it’s awful close on a brown eye. It wobbles before it zooms out--or more accurately, Cid Harrington, small child of 5, takes it away from the close-up of his face. There’s an older woman with long blonde hair pacing, in what appears to be some sort of rant. ]

- or whatever this place is, I don’t want you talkin’ to strangers, and don’t go anywhere without me or Joe around, okay? [She pauses, and then turns to look at the boy, blue eyes hard and suspicious.] Cid? What’ve you got?

[ Cid’s blink is slow, voice completely even and casual. ] It’s recording. To everyone. [ Tap. ]

What? [Her mouth turns down in a frown and she glances at what Cid is holding. Great. Way to expose them to all this stranger danger, Cid.

Well, nothing for it now. It’s video, clearly, but she’s not used to speaking in front of an audience, so her next words are a little stilted:]


My name’s Sara. This is Cid. [Her hand rests on the top of his head, an almost-protective gesture.] My son.


We should ask a question. [ Straight, suggestive. It’s only fair that they do, since they’re already recording. ] Where can you find blunderbusses?

Cid! [She looks startled, and a little angry as she quickly grabs the communicator from Cid and flips it off.]

((ooc: green is Cid; brown is Sara. Replies may come from both!))
 
 
нayden мcclaιne
10 November 2012 @ 02:43 am
Let me just say I'm not really a fan of the new tattoo, or the vomit-inducing speedy elevators, but I guess this isn't so bad. Space, huh? Alright. Fine.

[ it's really not alright or alright. at all, but it's better than the House, that's for freaking sure. Hayden looks pretty normal on this video feed, maybe a little tired, but otherwise cheerful and fine. cheerful, yeah. no panicking for this new crew member. the truth is that she's scared, and pissed, and confused. but again, somehow getting away from the House? she'll deal with it, for now. ]

I just have one tiny little question. I heard a boy named Tate Langdon is on board, is that right? Because, funny enough, he's a really good friend of mine from home, we're really close. So I hope you've all been looking out for him, he needs that. [ her tone is entirely too sincere, maybe as a ploy to try and piss off Tate and fish him out of wherever he's hiding, or maybe just for her own amusement. ] It's just that he's been known to get into these moods, well- We'll call them "episodes" for now, actually, that's more accurate. He sometimes has these "episodes", during which time he's unpredictable and- [ SIGH. it's such a sensitive subject, can you tell? ] Let's just say it's best that they're avoided, yeah. And keeping him away from me will definitely result in an episode. [ don'tsmirkdon'tsmirkdon'tsmirk ]

Anyway! If anyone would be interested in giving the new girl a tour, I wouldn't exactly object. [ only ( tall, dark, handsome, & strait ) men need apply, please and thank you. ] If I'm gonna be living here I need to know my way around the place, right?
 
 
Dexter Morgan
10 November 2012 @ 06:28 am
Say 'hello', Lamby. [ Yes, this is a grown man in your video feed with a tiny flannel sheep. Dexter holds it up to the camera, looking at it wistfully as he does. He would. It'd his son's favourite. ] Baaa.

[ And that's quite enough of that. The man's eyes lift up, and then he retreats enough that Dexter is entirely visible on the sceen from the chest up, wearing a frankly garish printed shirt and a bright smile. The smile is fake. All of this is fake. A normal person responding to a normal situation, not Dexter with what Dexter knows about this place. Dexter who's stuck between wanting to go home to his son and... Other Things. Dexter Divided. ]

I mean I know this is Florida and anything can happen, but aren't space theme park rides a little passe? Don't get me wrong, I think Space Mountain is as cool as the next person, but that's a roller coaster. I've had to walk everywhere since I got here. Everything's broken, the food is lousy, sleeping arrangements are cramped - and I live in Miami; I know cramped!

[ And while we're on the topic of theme parks... ]

I urge you to reconsider opening this theme park, Mr. Hammond. It's just not safe. Wait-- [ He cocks his head to one side, as though listening. ] What's that sound? [ The table jumps, jumps, as though something heavy is making it rattle. Suddenly his own hand leaps out at him, a tiny, homicidal flannel sheep taking him by the throat and knocking him out of his chair as he gives a very fake yell. ] Argh!

[ Oh no, he's back. Too much time playing with small children, he can't help himself. ]

Just kidding. But seriously, I'd like to go home now, please. I know, I know, everyone must say that, right?
 
 
 
jenna sommers.
--id list.

[ jenna's face is slightly pinched, but it turns into a smile now; a little strained, but genuine. ]

All right, I'm sure everyone's seen the great taunter's latest attempt to make us all crazy-- I'll let the geek squad tear that one apart, I'm pretty sure nothing I have to add on that creep is all that constructive.

[ she rolls her eyes a little. ]

Anyway. For those of you who don't know me-- I'm Jenna, welcome to space, sorry about the part where no one asked you if you wanted to come at all. And to cover the first half of the spiel: yes, space! No, I'm not crazy or lying, and you're not dreaming.

That out of the way: since I might as well make it official, if you're one of our less culinarily-inclined core and want to not starve dinners happen nightly on the far side of floor one. Rules are: under thirteen, you get to fly free. Older than that and you either help clean or cook yourself or you don't eat-- freeloaders get the boot barring special circumstances.

...bringing bribes of extra, non-space generic brand food or dessert also gets a free pass.

[ so basically give her a good enough sob story or pony up. ]

Other rules include but are not limited to 'no law at the table', 'it's not a debate if personal insults are involved', 'don't be a jerk', and 'clear your own plate, nobody here is your servant'.

It's pretty much tacos, lasagna, and tuna noodle-- but hey, if anyone who didn't mostly learn to cook real people, adult food while trying to keep a fifteen year old boy with a weed habit full wants to help fancy it up, I'm ready and willing to learn in advance.

[ her expression goes a little more serious. ]

I know the life and death stuff is... life and death, and therefore priority. But people need normality, too, so before you ask me 'but Jenna, why are you acting like anything is okay? Spin around in circles more' think about how much just having a meal to look forward to at the end of the day helps everything feel a little less insane.

It can be easy to feel like if you don't know how to... I don't know, split an atom or rescue people from burning buildings, you're kind of non-essential out here. [ she lifts one shoulder in a shrug. ] Not to be a complete hippie, but normality is just as important as making science. [ sup, hipster nerds. ] Different important, but equally valid.

I guess my point is, none of us need to tackle this by ourselves. [ with a tiny smile, now, because nerd. ] 'Live together, die alone'.

And on that cheery note-- sorry, I generally try to do upbeat, not in denial of reality-- welcome to space, new kids.


video | 100% locked via auggie encryption to close cr )
 
 
Michelle Cheung ⌈ミシェール ・チャン⌋
10 November 2012 @ 11:38 am
[Michelle, wearing a green, black and white dress with a matching cap, is standing outside the library (it didn't take her long to discover that the ship has one), her device in one hand. She peers at it, and gives her audience a small smile. However, though her eyes are sincere, there is a touch of concern in them, an almost motherly touch. Or rather, a sisterly touch.]

Hello. My name is Michelle Cheung, and I'm one of the new arrivals. I'd like to ask if any of you have seen a very tall [At this, she raises her free hand up over her her head, palm down, to indicate height] woman with short black hair. Her name is Maggie, and she is quiet. I expected to find her in the library, but she wasn't there. Also, have you seen a short [Her hand moves down to somewhere between her chest and her waist.] pink-haired girl? She's Anita, and she doesn't like books.

Both of them are my sisters. [Her smile slips slightly into a more worried look.] I haven't seen them since I woke up here. Maggie, Anita, if you see this, meet me near the library, okay?

[A pause. The smile returns; it is a more knowing smile but no less sincere.]

By the way, it's very rude to abduct someone while she's in the middle of an important rescue mission. 

[OOC note: You can run into her near the library, and book characters, please check out this 4th wall permissions post if you haven't yet!]
 
 
sʜᴇʀɪғғ  ❝ ᴘᴀᴘᴀ ❞  sᴛɪʟɪɴsᴋɪ
10 November 2012 @ 12:20 pm
[the video clicks on to one squinting Sheriff Stilinski, like he's not entirely sure if he's working this thing correctly because okay, he might not be a huge failure with technology but his knowledge doesn't extend passed the iPhone that he got for Stiles.

but even he can work out how to click on something and hear it play, and that recent post? well that's definitely put this sheriff on high alert.]


I can handle the being abducted by aliens onto a space ship. Hell, I can even handle the fact that we've got movie and comic book characters running around. But that? [he hopes he doesn't need to explain what that is] I can see where all the paranoia is coming from.

I know we're all tryin' to get organized, and I'll be the first to lend a hand, but right now I need a headcount:

Who here is from Beacon Hills?


[ooc; now with less fail, i apologize to everyone /deadcat]
 
 
David (8)
10 November 2012 @ 08:28 pm
[the feed opens to a shot of david sat at the table in his assigned room; grey standard uniform in place, despite the black jumpsuit he was given upon arrival. having that one strain of familiarity on his person...helps. not that he'll ever admit to that. perfect posture and not a hair out of place; there's something a little off about the picture, but unless you were here for those old transmissions, it shouldn't be obvious as to what that is. he's made to appear completely human afterall.]

A question for each of you. Who do you consider the biggest threat to your safety here? The figure who goes by a red, smiling emoticon? Our Captain and Chief Engineer? Or perhaps it's one of us; one of those who have been brought here against our will?

Considering that it was those amongst our number who attempted to commit mutiny, released a fear toxin, and unleashed a series of windows to parallel worlds, is it the ship we should fear, or those aboard it?

Curious minds wish to know.

[and then he'll just be. switching the feed over to a locked one now.]


[locked to OPERATIONS and SCIENCE departments]

I hope this isn't too forward of me. [not that he particularly cares if it is] But my name is David, and prior to my arrival here, I performed the role of Mission Attendant aboard the USCSS Prometheus. Whilst the details of our mission must remain classified, I can assure you that I have a great deal of experience with the operation and maintenance of an FTL space exploration vehicle, hypersleep stasis, and earth sciences including medicine.

As such, I wish to offer my services to both of your departments, dependant on which areas you believe I can benefit the most.

Thank you for your time.